Page 100 - The Little sister of Wilifred

and the gentleman, at first could n’t

make up his mind which of us to choose.
So while he was looking at us and trying
to decide, what should you do, Wilifred,

but run up to him, calling, * Papa! papa! >

So he chose you.”
“ Is that a ll? ” asked Wilifred.
“ Yes, that ’a about all. The matron

said that, before they took you away, she
put you'down beside me and you patted

ruy face, saying, ‘ Poor! poor!-’ just as
babies do.”

Will leaned forward and repeated
the caress, looking pityingly at Peggy,

Then she impetuously broke out, 411
think I was a real scheming selfish

kind of a baby to get ahead of you so!
1 'm ashamed of It.”

“ 0 no, you were just as sweet and
cunning as you could be,” protested

Peggy, £t I was a silly baby, and afraid